"Won a boob job." The girl grabbed Jon and pulled him inside. Jon hastily noted that she was extremely large chested for someone so petite. He thought she was an F or G cup.
Jon looked at the store's sign. Where it had once read The Apple Store, it now read Boobs By Design. In the windows there were pictures of happy, smiling women who, presumably, had boob jobs done by that company. All were extremely large chested and represented a range of races and ages. While a few of the pictured women wore bras, most others were completely topless. Included prominantly was a group photo of roughly a dozen women, wearing nothing but panties, laughing, talking and generally having a good time. While Jon was hardly an expert in bra sizes, he estimated that they ranged from DD-cup to I-cup.
Why would Karyn come here? thought Jon. I thought she preferred her small breasts?
"But, I'm a guy," said Jon to the girl. "I don't have boobs. I don't even want boobs."
"Don't worry," said the girl. "We can work around that. Not all of our customers are ready for a boob job when they first come in. And if you don't want your boob job right away, you can always arrange to undergo the proceedure later." She handed Jon a pamphlet entitled Bigger is Better: A Boobs by Design Guide to Better Boobs.
"Now," continued the girl. "Were you looking for any cup size in particular?"
"Um," said Jon. "DD" He still couldn't believe that the woman assumed that it was normal for a guy to want a boob job.
"Interesting," said the woman. "We don't get many requests for something that small." DD's are small? Jon thought. What do they consider big?
"I figure that I could start small and get bigger if I wanted to," said Jon, lamely.
She seemed to accept that. After typing some information into her computer, she turned to Jon and said, "We have a free slot and can start the boob job right away, if you like. After that, we can take you to our fitting room to get you some nice, new bras." She stood up and gestured for Jon to come with her. Numbly, he did.
